Chapter 88

Ji Yuan, an old man in gray clothes and white hair, the leader of Wujian villa, greeted the city leader Jin Mufu with a smiling face.

They talked happily and were warmly welcomed into the city master's house.

Received the most grand reception from the city Lord's residence.

After seeing the arrival of Wujian mountain villa, the people who were watching were completely agitated.

"God, is that Ji Yuan, the old villa leader of Wujian villa?"

"It's said that the old villa leader has already built the foundation."

"Yes, Ji Yuan, the old villa leader, an Zong leader of Hengdao sect, and Guang Liang, the abbot of Wenshu court, are the only three strong people in the foundation building period of Tianbei city."

"It is said that the Kendo realm of Ji Yuan, the old villa leader, has reached the realm of not sticking to things."

"Is the one with the giant sword on his back the Jijian, the little villa leader?"

"It's said that Jijian, the young villa leader, was born with sword bone. He was nine times round the day after tomorrow and has been recognized by Juque sword."

"No wonder, looking at the sharp edge, there is a faint sense of flying sword."

"Wujian mountain villa, why is it called Wujian? There is a sword..."

"Hum, I'm ignorant. The highest level of Kendo is no sword..."

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In front of the city Lord's residence, a crowd of onlookers shared all kinds of gossip.

One after another.

Wujian villa is more and more popular among people.

As soon as the city leader Jin Mufu met and saw off Ji Yuan, the old villa leader of Wujian mountain villa, two carriages came from the East-West Avenue.

The noisy scene suddenly quieted down, and all the onlookers held their breath.

Curious eyes focused on the two carriages.

The first to get off the carriage was an Ruyun, the Lord of Hengdao sect.

The face is like ice, the eyes are like stars, and a plain white gown is gorgeous and pure, just like a bright moon in the night sky.

Na Lanyan, the legitimate disciple behind her, is more blue than blue in temperament. Her wind sleeves are floating, her silk hair is flying, and her body is cold. There is a faint brilliance in her deep eyes.

Cool and beautiful, beautiful can not be Fang Hua.

Another carriage came at the same time, with a big flag waving and domineering.

Nangong is written on the flag.

A middle-aged man dressed in purple and holding a folding fan from the carriage.

It can be said that there are poems and books in the belly.

He was followed by a handsome young man who was as beautiful as jade.

The city Lord Jin Mufu smiled and warmly welcomed the four people into the city Lord's house.

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help getting excited again.

"God, Nangong aristocratic family and hengdaozong are coming together."

"The Lord of Hengdao sect, an Ruyun, is simply Xianzi zhuoyo. Today, he really deserves his reputation."

"What about death? Can you talk about the strong, Lord an?"

"Nalan Yan, the direct disciple of hengdaozong, is the perfect goddess. It is said that she has built a foundation and has been determined as the successor of the leader of hengdaozong."

"Nalan Yanwu is very talented. I heard that she fits perfectly with the local magic skill" water and cloud formula "of hengdaozong."

"Nangong family is still romantic from generation to generation."

"Yes, the Nangong family has been handed down from generation to generation and has always retained the literary style of the Southern Dynasty. The young master Nangong ri'an is an unparalleled stranger like jade."

"Nangong good day and Nalan Yan, it looks so perfect..."

"If only I could join hengdaozong."

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Wujian mountain villa, Nangong aristocratic family and hengdaozong appeared one after another, causing bursts of exclamation and hot discussion.

Just then, another carriage came from South Avenue.

In front of the city master's house, the people concentrated again.

He looked at the carriage in high spirits.

"Wujian villa, Nangong aristocratic family and hengdaozong are all here, leaving only the first Wenshu courtyard of Tianbei City Wudao alliance and what..."

"Shaolin Temple, this suddenly emerged and replaced Baoguang temple into the Shaolin Temple of the five main gates of Tianbei city."

"From South Avenue, it should be Shaolin Temple."

"Although Baoguang temple is the weakest of the five major gates of Tianbei city and Wudao alliance, it must be extraordinary for Shaolin Temple to suddenly emerge as a dark horse to replace Baoguang temple."

"Yes, the Shaolin Temple is really curious."

"Come, come, you can see the abbot of Shaolin right away..."

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When the carriage stopped in front of the city master's house, a crowd of onlookers stretched their necks.

His eyes were full of curiosity and focused on the carriage.

I want to see the abbot of Shaolin.

I saw in the carriage, wearing a brocade cassock and holding a noble nine ring tin stick, with beautiful facial features and extraordinary and sacred temperament.

A strong breath of Buddhism makes Xuanxin look very solemn.

His temperament is dusty and his aura is detached. As soon as Xuanxin appeared, he shocked the hearts and minds of many onlookers.

"God, I've never seen such a perfect Buddhist monk."

"Yes, I have a superb temperament. At first glance, I'm a Buddhist monk."

"Is this the abbot of Shaolin? But is this too young?"

"What happened to the old monk behind him?"

"The news I got is that the abbot of Shaolin is called Xuanxin. The old monk behind him is Wuzhen, the eldest disciple of the abbot of Shaolin."

"True or false? Can't your message be false?"

"Yes, if I don't feel wrong, the abbot of Shaolin's Xuanxin martial arts cultivation should not be innate?"

"Poof... Surprised, that old monk is the Abbot's first disciple? Isn't TM a double old man the day after tomorrow?"

"Laugh to death, Shaolin is this strength?"

"Ha ha, the abbot doesn't even have the innate realm. It's too old and weak to be his first disciple?"

"My God, what are the wonderful ways of Shaolin? With such weak martial arts strength, why can we replace Baoguang temple?"

"Yes, why can Shaolin be among the five major gates of Tianbei City Martial Arts Alliance?"

"Shit, is Shaolin too embarrassing?"

"I've never heard of the broken Shaolin Temple before. How can such a person with no reputation and weak martial arts strength deserve to participate in the competition among the new disciples of the sect of Martial Arts Alliance in Tianbei city?"

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The onlookers were stunned by Xuanxin's extraordinary and sacred temperament and aura at the beginning.

But soon, they were stunned to find out.

Xuanxin can't even reach the innate realm. His first disciple Wuzhen is a double immortal after tomorrow.

His eyes fell to the ground.

From confusion to questioning and guessing, it finally evolved into all kinds of ridicule.

The voice of disdain is heard.

Facing the constant discussion, Xuanxin looked calm, as if he hadn't heard it.

There was no fluctuation on the surface.

"Amitabha."

After announcing the Buddha's name, Xuanxin stepped towards the golden last volt in front of the city master's house.

The city Lord Jin Mufu, after seeing Xuanxin, the smile on his face disappeared.

In the face of Xuanxin, Jin Mo Fu's face was cold.

The previous enthusiasm, the previous joy, and the previous hospitality to hengdaozong, Nangong aristocratic family and Wujian mountain villa disappeared without a trace.

"Go in."

Don't mention the return. Facing the Xuanxin who came to meet him face to face, the city Lord Jin Mufu didn't even lift his hand.

He pointed to the gate of the city master's house, completely in a non salty attitude.

It's very polite to say it's a cold reception.

It's pure. I don't pay attention to Shaolin and Xuanxin. If it wasn't for the presence, there were many people watching.

I'm afraid Kim Mofu has long been impatient, and his disdain for contempt will hang on his face without concealment.